I'm sitting alone in the house for the first time in a while. I'm not sure how long I have to savor the quiet, but it feels guilty. Life feels kind of squishy right now- like the way the pumpkin you left on the porch for about a month too long gets a bit mushy on one side.
The house is a mess, and it seems I can't catch up. Jonah has the sniffles and it makes him clingy. Money is tight (whose isn't? When hasn't it been?). I haven't done my hair but once this week. It's over 100 degrees outside right now. I need a nap but there is too much to do.
I've been trying to get Jonah on a better schedule, and it's working a little, but nighttime is still quite rough. I'm getting myself a little better organized, and I keep trying to remind myself that it takes a little time to get a house completely in order when you have a small one and you move.
So I'm savoring a little quiet- ignoring the laundry and the clothes that need to be put away. Enjoying the fact that I've already made dinner for Monday and been grocery shopping. I'm being happy that Jonah's room (at least) looks just the way I want it to.